I didn't dare raise my arms from my sides or flex a single muscle against the two towering yellow globes that swallowed me from the waist down, held tight around my legs by a familiarly gray shirt just ahead. Pen scribbled against paper some few feet behind my head, giving me a few inches worth of a barrier from appearing in our next reviews for the month.
"Dana!" I whispered, praying that rocs had some kind of superpower hearing. "...Dana!!!"
My hopes were dashed from something across the room uprooting a table from the floor, followed by crashing glass and a frantic string of apologies.
The writing went still, followed by a triumphant period being dotted in the pad, but the pad slid into her cleavage just behind me without any screaming coming after.
Then she did nothing. Nothing, only dropping her hands down on the side of her gut and swiveling her suite around, leaning back and watching the dark blobs in the desert dash past the windows. All the while, I stretched my hands down as far along my body as I could and held my hand high, forcing myself to straighten out within the little sliver of space her work had given me. I saw everything outside, the starry sky and the desert fluctuate into the hills beyond the city's boundaries, but I didn't process them as fear took a hold of my veins, squeezing sweat from my pores.
...and by god, she just sat there. Not saying anything, not looking up stuff on her phone, not even twiddling her thumbs as she left me hanging around at ground zero, wondering what the hell I could do to escape with a long, healthy life still in reach. I didn't bother to look around for any clocks to check up on the time, but eventually, I could tell by the minutes being piled on my shoulders that it was somewhere over half an hour until she finally decided to move, grunting as she pushed up off her seat and stood tall.
She shambled the entire length of the train to the other end, each step risking me being flashed into view by her breasts swaying side to side on her march towards...
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